keftaboyzKoln
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I used chatgpt to translate this and didnt even read it tomorrow i Will check it.
Age / Edad: 19
Weight / Peso: 55 kg (≈ 121 lbs)
Height / Altura: 178 cm (≈ 5′10″)
Drugs Tried / Drogas probadas: Cannabis, Cocaine, LSD, 2C‑B, Speed (European amphetamine, not meth)
Tolerance: Big MDMA tolerance(I can take 1 pill and make my normal day) weed 4g daily( now I'm making a week detox)
I’ve always taken MDMA in pills. I never looked for crystal, and I never had any near me.
One day, i got some pure cristal MDMA The thing is, my friend J and I wanted to try it, but we had no idea how.
When I say “we,” I mean J, who had also never tried pure crystal before. The first time we tried it, we decided to make our own capsules with the powder (around 140mg each—heavier or lighter depending on the batch). This made it easy to swallow, dissolve in the stomach, and not scratch the throat.
We tried the capsules, but honestly, it didn’t feel as good as pills. It was like eating a pill that was missing something. So we decided to drink some of the crystal. Not too much, just a little between the two of us. In the end, it still felt like something was missing, so we went to sleep around 5 AM thinking it wasn’t worth it. \[Next day it felt better than pills.]
That first experience is important because it explains why I did something even crazier the second time.
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## How I Almost Died
It all started when J and I returned from a trip to Spain. We hadn’t taken anything except weed during the trip. We arrived at airport in Germany at night, and luckily J’s mother-in-law was driving us home. I was mentally exhausted.
We prepared a glass of water with crystal, but we couldn’t weigh it because J forgot the scale. We guessed there was 1g left, and each glass got what we estimated as 150mg. J took one sip and said he didn’t want more. So suddenly I had **two glasses with 150mg each**, and my friend told me to drink both—“it’s fine.”
I drank my glass slowly. Every sip felt like eating a pill, but I finished it and started his glass too. Around 2:20 AM, I took a pink Louis Vuitton pill, hoping it would give me the extra “kick” I felt was missing.
I got bored, so I went for a walk in the nearby woods. Suddenly I felt intense heat and vomited. I went back home and relaxed. By 4 AM, I thought I was fine—the vomit “reset” my system.
But at 5:30 AM, a sudden gag made me vomit violently. That’s when it hit me: **I had screwed up.** I felt terrible, and the feeling wasn’t worth it at all. I didn’t panic about the hospital; I just stayed in bed, trying to sip water slowly. Still, I kept vomiting.
The vomiting lasted until around 4 PM. Every time I drank water, or went from lying down to standing, my stomach would twist, and I’d throw up.
At 4 PM, J asked me to go to the train station urgently to bring him something. I went, because even though I’d taken drugs all night, I didn’t want to let it affect the day too badly.
Important: J had left his keys at home and took mine instead. So I left without keys. On the way, I bought a vending machine drink that looked like water but was strawberry-flavored. Three sips and I threw it away—just wanted something easy to drink.
On the bike, I wasn’t feeling great, but I could concentrate enough not to vomit. On a hill, the final gag hit me, and I had to sit down and vomit again.
I finally arrived at J’s, gave him what he needed, and headed back. On the way I bought a Powerade, which finally stayed in my stomach. When I got home, I realized I didn’t have keys and thought the best option would be to sleep in a nearby park. I bought a Coke (my favorite drink). First sip was horrible: jaw pain, throat pain, and a gas-filled stomach.
I ended up lying in a park bench behind my house from around 6:30 PM, no keys, 3% battery on my phone, music playing without headphones. I hid anything valuable in my underwear, and somehow, for the first time after so much vomiting, I felt good. I fell asleep until what I guessed was 8 PM.
I moved to another bench closer to home, but I didn’t want to lie down and risk being seen. I hopped from bench to bench in the woods until 9:30 PM. J didn’t show, and I gave up, planning to sleep there. Eventually he arrived, we got home, and I finally rested.
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## Lessons Learned
I realized that **drinking pure MDMA without knowing the total dose can easily lead to overdose**. Even though I didn’t take an extreme amount, drinking it fast without pacing it wrecked my stomach.
If you ever try pure MDMA, **never exceed 1.5mg per kg of body weight**. (Check with ChatGPT if you want the math.)
I hope my story helps. I was on amphetamines while writing this, so I might have skipped parts or rambled a bit.
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Be careful. This is not a recommendation. Vomiting is a **warning sign** that your body is not handling the substance well.
Dont make the mistakes i made.
Im gonna keep uploading Storys until sun rises or Amphetamine finishes idk what will be first
Age / Edad: 19
Weight / Peso: 55 kg (≈ 121 lbs)
Height / Altura: 178 cm (≈ 5′10″)
Drugs Tried / Drogas probadas: Cannabis, Cocaine, LSD, 2C‑B, Speed (European amphetamine, not meth)
Tolerance: Big MDMA tolerance(I can take 1 pill and make my normal day) weed 4g daily( now I'm making a week detox)
I’ve always taken MDMA in pills. I never looked for crystal, and I never had any near me.
One day, i got some pure cristal MDMA The thing is, my friend J and I wanted to try it, but we had no idea how.
When I say “we,” I mean J, who had also never tried pure crystal before. The first time we tried it, we decided to make our own capsules with the powder (around 140mg each—heavier or lighter depending on the batch). This made it easy to swallow, dissolve in the stomach, and not scratch the throat.
We tried the capsules, but honestly, it didn’t feel as good as pills. It was like eating a pill that was missing something. So we decided to drink some of the crystal. Not too much, just a little between the two of us. In the end, it still felt like something was missing, so we went to sleep around 5 AM thinking it wasn’t worth it. \[Next day it felt better than pills.]
That first experience is important because it explains why I did something even crazier the second time.
---
## How I Almost Died
It all started when J and I returned from a trip to Spain. We hadn’t taken anything except weed during the trip. We arrived at airport in Germany at night, and luckily J’s mother-in-law was driving us home. I was mentally exhausted.
We prepared a glass of water with crystal, but we couldn’t weigh it because J forgot the scale. We guessed there was 1g left, and each glass got what we estimated as 150mg. J took one sip and said he didn’t want more. So suddenly I had **two glasses with 150mg each**, and my friend told me to drink both—“it’s fine.”
I drank my glass slowly. Every sip felt like eating a pill, but I finished it and started his glass too. Around 2:20 AM, I took a pink Louis Vuitton pill, hoping it would give me the extra “kick” I felt was missing.
I got bored, so I went for a walk in the nearby woods. Suddenly I felt intense heat and vomited. I went back home and relaxed. By 4 AM, I thought I was fine—the vomit “reset” my system.
But at 5:30 AM, a sudden gag made me vomit violently. That’s when it hit me: **I had screwed up.** I felt terrible, and the feeling wasn’t worth it at all. I didn’t panic about the hospital; I just stayed in bed, trying to sip water slowly. Still, I kept vomiting.
The vomiting lasted until around 4 PM. Every time I drank water, or went from lying down to standing, my stomach would twist, and I’d throw up.
At 4 PM, J asked me to go to the train station urgently to bring him something. I went, because even though I’d taken drugs all night, I didn’t want to let it affect the day too badly.
Important: J had left his keys at home and took mine instead. So I left without keys. On the way, I bought a vending machine drink that looked like water but was strawberry-flavored. Three sips and I threw it away—just wanted something easy to drink.
On the bike, I wasn’t feeling great, but I could concentrate enough not to vomit. On a hill, the final gag hit me, and I had to sit down and vomit again.
I finally arrived at J’s, gave him what he needed, and headed back. On the way I bought a Powerade, which finally stayed in my stomach. When I got home, I realized I didn’t have keys and thought the best option would be to sleep in a nearby park. I bought a Coke (my favorite drink). First sip was horrible: jaw pain, throat pain, and a gas-filled stomach.
I ended up lying in a park bench behind my house from around 6:30 PM, no keys, 3% battery on my phone, music playing without headphones. I hid anything valuable in my underwear, and somehow, for the first time after so much vomiting, I felt good. I fell asleep until what I guessed was 8 PM.
I moved to another bench closer to home, but I didn’t want to lie down and risk being seen. I hopped from bench to bench in the woods until 9:30 PM. J didn’t show, and I gave up, planning to sleep there. Eventually he arrived, we got home, and I finally rested.
---
## Lessons Learned
I realized that **drinking pure MDMA without knowing the total dose can easily lead to overdose**. Even though I didn’t take an extreme amount, drinking it fast without pacing it wrecked my stomach.
If you ever try pure MDMA, **never exceed 1.5mg per kg of body weight**. (Check with ChatGPT if you want the math.)
I hope my story helps. I was on amphetamines while writing this, so I might have skipped parts or rambled a bit.
---
Be careful. This is not a recommendation. Vomiting is a **warning sign** that your body is not handling the substance well.
Dont make the mistakes i made.
Im gonna keep uploading Storys until sun rises or Amphetamine finishes idk what will be first
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